"Specter-1 to Globemaster Charlie-Three-Niner," Graves radioed.
"This is Globemaster Charlie-Three-Niner, send traffic," the pilot responded, his tone equally professional.
Graves adjusted his stance, ensuring his voice was clear over the comm. "Globemaster, we have a humanitarian situation on Fuga Island. Coordinates for supply drop are as follows: 19.2830° N, 121.9398° E. Request immediate dispatch of relief supplies. Over."
There was a brief pause before the pilot replied, "Copy that, Specter-1. Preparing for supply drop at designated coordinates. ETA five minutes. Over."
"Specter-1 acknowledges, Charlie-Three-Niner. We will secure the drop zone. Over and out."
"Let's set up for the drop," Richard said, his eyes scanning the open area that would serve as the drop zone. "We need to ensure the supplies land safely and are distributed effectively."
